Witch Veil Novels & Stories

I growled, slowly easing her off my back and into my arms, bridal style, then kissing her neck. She gasped, grabbing onto my jacket weakly. "It wouldn’t be a bad sight." She whispered, looking into my eyes. I pressed my forehead to hers. Fuck not much longer and you’ll be ok… I kissed her lips deeply, forcing myself to keep control rather than devouring her when she was already so weak. "Is the veil a barrier or just a concealment spell?" I asked as we continued forward. "Both." She replied, "We won’t be able to cross it until we are granted permission. There’s a reason Elandorr is the only kingdom said to not welcome anyone in."

Micah stood guard on the northern line, having the same doubts as Camerin. The witch pressed her palms into the ground. Wind picked up from nowhere. The trees moaned. Then the grave glowed a deep, unnatural blue only for a second and then fell deathly still. “It’s done,” she said, voice strained. “The veil is sealed. Nothing should come through it now.” Should. I caught the look she shared with Celia. Kate must’ve noticed too, because her voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “What aren’t you saying?”

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

I knew this veil. Not from this store, not from this morning. From years of waking up reaching for something that was not there. From a sketch I had made so many times that the paper had worn thin in the same places each time, the sweep of tulle, the way it moved in a wind that only existed in dreams, the particular quality of the light coming through it. From a prophecy delivered by a woman who did not waste words, who had looked at me across a fire and told me that my bride would find me behind a veil and that she alone could break what was destroying me. The veil was exactly right.

She was wearing a veil underneath, one that made me wonder why she had the shawl in the first place. "My name is Layla. Even though I am a witch, I can disguise my scent to be that of a werewolf. You will keep my secret and tell your people that you found me on your way back from the forest. I simply want a home and I will give you my body for as long as you want" She finally broke the weird silence between us. "Sounds good to me. Pack up" I said and walked back to the car to wait for her. She didn't take long at all and by the time she joined me, I could have sworn that she was a wolf. Beautiful, dainty, and perfect. Just the perfect distraction for me.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

Leaving Kallista staring at the back of his head somehow feeling even more terrible than she did before. **** Kallista stared at the grand iron gates that loomed before her, the complicated yet prestigious Hawthorne crest welded into the center. The gates slowly creaked open, revealing a sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly. She tightened her grip on the wedding dress, her nerves fraying as the car rolled forward.

I asked. She turned slightly. “The veil,” I said, gesturing to my own face. “I thought that tradition had mostly died out across the packs.” She shrugged. “Some still practice.” “What are the central tenets?” I asked. “I’m curious.” A pause. Slightly longer than it should have been. “Prayer. Devotion to the Goddess.” She stopped, then continued, “the veil is a commitment. The removal of vanity before the divine.” “And the name?”

As she touched the bloodied coin, her mouth muttered the familiar chant repetitively. "Spirit, spirit of the coin. Please come out and play with me. Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with me." The effect takes place in an instant. The chilling wind is blowing harshly in Thalia's room. The curtains shook strong as if a gale stormed inside her room. Thalia bowed her head down and reflectively protected her face with her free hand as the torrent of wind became harsher as time ticked away. It took only a minute or two for the wind to die down, yet, it's felt eternity for Thalia. A rotten odor wafted into her nostril, and Thalia's nose scrunched in disgust.

They felt glued to the ground beneath me, and it was for no other reason than me simply refusing to move. Alaric and Adelaide weren’t supposed to stand beside each other, let alone on the same level. The Veil was supposed to be layered for a reason, and that separation was what kept it stable. It kept Baelor from the Alpha King and werewolves, the werewolves from Gloria and the witches… What was happening? My breathing grew louder through the silence of the Veil as one thought repeated itself in my head. Had I done this? Had I somehow pulled them together?